1) Watched 8 Women on DVD last night, the second-to-latest film by François Ozon (his newest is Swimming Pool) and didn’t like it very much. I lasted through the film to learn who the killer was, and then turned it off, wishing I had spent the last
1. Under one of the windows in the living room, where I work at a desk in the corner, four guys in reflective vests and hard hats are ripping up the street with jackhammers. They wear earplugs for a reason: the jackhammer runs in 6- or 8-second bursts. Its
As we continue the staffing additions around here, we are happy to announce that John Warner, the inimitable, intimidating, and intransigent writer of this lot here (and about fourteen-billion other things everywhere else), has accepted our offer (mainly store coupons) and has signed on to be a contributing writer
It is with no small amount of joy that I introduce our new contributing writer: he of Defective Yeti fame, and writer of these fine stories here, Matthew Baldwin. Here you can read a little about him and see a photo of a guy wiping out on a bike, which
Lunch break. I’m lying on the couch in my living room, all the lights are on, I’m reading Bryan Magee’s description of Schopenhauer’s philosophy as it differed from Kant’s, in Confessions of a Philosopher, an awesome book about Magee’s life. The window by the
We receive lots of mail from readers. Most of it is flattering, some letters are angry, some are smart and point out our mistakes. We also get tirades about Iraq or gay marriage, and there have been a few come-ons, and many offers to enlarge our penises. All are
There is too much to say or describe about the wedding, the honeymoon, all the anticipation and excitement, so let’s just say it was wonderful (very wonderful, sooooooooooo wonderful, hard to believe it’s over wonderful) and perhaps, when I’m off the wedding-high, when I’m pissed
‘There was a lull during which Velma loaded her cigarette case and Father Fabre surveyed the room – the bookcase with no books in it, only plants and bric-a-brac, and the overstuffed furniture rising like bread beneath the slipcovers, which rivaled nature in the tropics for color and variety
As many of you must already know, Rosecrans is getting married soon. So soon, in fact, that his bachelor party was last night. Though we avoided getting a woman to jump out of a cake (Paul Ford and I discussed the unappetizing ramifications of forgetting to take her out before
Imagine an old stock machine, with the ticker tape spitting out the side: this, then, is my brain right now: wedding wedding wedding wedding wedding work wedding cheeseburgers wedding wedding deadlines wedding good weather please wedding wedding book wedding family wedding wedding wedding wedding R. wedding ach! wedding wedding wedding
